Monday, May 30, 2005
I now present the only photograph I took while I was in London:
Please note that she is wearing the wedding ring given to her by Our Dark Lord Satan.
babbled by Kat @ 12:36:00 PM |
Saturday, May 28, 2005
I just returned from yet another business trip to glorious San Jose. It wasn't even San Jose, Costa Rica, like it could've been. It was just San Jose, California. Why is it that every time I come back from a vacation I want to go on another one? Since I'm having an unbearable urge to travel again, I'm going to indulge myself and go to an unnamed seaside location on Monday, when everyone else is driving back home from their Memorial Day weekend holiday. To that end, I purchased yet another digital camera, which you can see displayed at left. The Leica is lovely, don't get me wrong, but there are two reasons I needed this interim camera before I get a newer DSLR. The Leica is huge, and the new one is about 1/5 of the size of the Leica; and this past weekend while I was shooting some, er, intimate moments between a couple of my friends, I noticed that the level of noise the Leica produces in low-light situations is pretty unacceptable to me. It's kind of a cool effect - looks like grainy film - but unless I'm actually using film and am attempting to create this effect, I want everything to look crisp. This can be remedied with an off-camera flash and/or shooting all further intimate encounters in a properly lit studio, but I want something that can handle spontaneous bathroom sex as well as my hot friends can.
I'll be coming back from my day of drinking wine on the beach and lounging with good friends on Tuesday. Then I'll spend a little time with my daughter, and afterwards I'll go to the Dodgers-Cubs game with my friends. Then I'll be working on a new project where I'll be actually fucking putting my photography portfolio online! Shocking, I know. I'll be sure to let you bastards know as soon as it's up and running.
babbled by Kat @ 8:02:00 PM |
Thursday, May 26, 2005
Memes are a tasty and nutritious treat:
I never post these things, but this is fucking uncanny, man.
Being born on the 12th day of the month (3 energy) is likely to add a good bit of vitality to your life.
The energy of 3 allows you bounce back rapidly from setbacks, physical or mental.
There is a restlessness in your nature, but you seem to be able to portray an easygoing, sometimes "couldn't care less" attitude.
You have a natural ability to express yourself in public, and you always make a very good impression.
Good with words, you excel in writing, speaking, and possibly singing.
You are energetic and always a good conversationalist.
You have a keen imagination, but you tend to scatter your energies and become involved with too may superficial matters.
Your mind is practical and rational despite this tendency to jump about.
You are affectionate and loving - but very sensitive.
You are subject to rapid ups and downs.
What does your birth date mean? (Thanks, Sean!)
babbled by Kat @ 3:04:00 PM |
Tuesday, May 24, 2005
I had a great time last week at the conference. My talks went well, I saw a bunch of friends and colleagues that I don't get to see often, and I wore high heels a lot. This past weekend I had the most amazing time in Philly with a bunch of friends and family and I miss every single one of them so much it's making my brains twitch. I should be careful, since the last time I went to Philly and had such an amazing weekend I ended up falling in love. I'll be sure to keep you posted if an anomaly like that happens again, but it's entirely possible since the people I spent time with this weekend are among the few who can crack the hardened surface of my cold, black heart.
I'd post photos but most of what occurred is either too bloody or too X-rated for me to make public. Just imagine a room full of amazing people, phenomenal art, and enough love to melt glaciers.
With that inappropriate analogy, I'm off.
babbled by Kat @ 7:11:00 AM |
Tuesday, May 17, 2005
I've been on holiday for two weeks and now I'm back to work. I really really would prefer to be a lady of leisure. Well, not really leisure, just no obligations to travel that are backed up onto my other bullshit (read: Artwalk). Anyway, I'm packing and freaking out about forgetting stuff as per usual, but it's extra fun this time since I'm speaking at a conference in two days and can't afford to forget any essentials. Whee. However, I found out today that I am repeating one of my nerd sessions, which means extra money! I like extra money.
After I'm done speaking on Friday I'll hop a plane to Philly to visit friends and family. I'm really excited about seeing my big brother and my former semi-roomie Steph and stealing my friend Dirty G away from the festivities for art museum visits. After that, I'll go back to Boston and spend an evening in Witchtown with two of the nicest people alive. Then I come home and turn around a whopping 11 hours later and go up to San Francisco for a customer visit! SO RELAXING.
Anyway, if you would like to read a delicious tale of my adventures in London, please view the lovely Ms. Gao's Attack of the Killer Vaginas. She tells it far better than I ever could have.
babbled by Kat @ 8:48:00 AM |
Tuesday, May 10, 2005
I'm home again. More specifically, I've been home since Saturday night. I spent a good 17 hours traveling on Saturday, which was sort of brutal, but sort of okay too. I mean, the boarding and connecting processes sucked ass, but the actual flights were fine, and I read all of the copy of Cronenberg on Cronenberg I picked up in London on the first flight and half of The Devil in the White City on the second one. This includes a good 5 hours of sleep on the first flight and about 3 on the second. It's a good thing that riding in vehicles of whatever sort makes me sleepy. It had absolutely nothing to do with the wine service in first class.
So, this week is both Home Improvement Week and Prepare for Artwalk Week in the ol' Dirty Fez abode. I'm still officially off work all week so I'm painting and cleaning and eBaying like a motherfucker. Also, I'm working on some prints for the upcoming show. Fun! I'll be sure to harass all locals about coming up and visiting me next weekend, seeing as how I'll basically be just sitting in my living room watching baseball while unsuspecting suburbanites wander through my loft and look at photographs of insane asylums, Irish prisons, and suspensions. We won't even get into the urine paintings.
I'm off to find eBayable things and attempt to edit this post enough to be able to send it to my mother. Considering that I used the phrase, "If I were a walking vagina, I certainly would look quite a bit different," during my mother's day call to her, I'm pretty sure the editing will be minimal.
babbled by Kat @ 1:30:00 AM |
Friday, May 06, 2005
Ain't got no skull:
I managed to escape Dublin alive after two and a half days of wanton photography and wayward Guinness consumption. My friend Jeff showed me many locked exits from the grounds of Trinity College, took me to jail, and sat with me in a pub as Anthrax entered the building. If this all sounds more horrifying than you think it could possibly be, you're right. We did finally find an exit from TCD (as evidenced by the fact that I'm now in an entirely different country), visited a jail that's now a museum (on the anniversary of Padraig Pearse's execution there), and were in the middle of drinking a number of drinks in my favourite pub in Dublin when the band Anthrax walked in. I recognized Scott Ian from his voice, since he's been on a bunch of those VH-1 "I Love the Last 5 Minutes" shows. Anyway, we looked on as a number of fans asked them to sign things like records and tshirts and their bodies, and I noted that for at least one member of that band, the metal mullet is still the hairstyle of choice.
Now I'm in London at an internets cafe sitting next to the most loveliest China Vagina as we head on our way to a day of shopping and taking surreptitious street photos of overly tanned British women. So far we have enjoyed shopping for goth things (a purse which I acquired during this phase of my visit is responsible for today's post title - photos to come), eating bacon, and drinking mixed drinks out of jugs. After we are done showing each other pages on the internets, we are going to Haitch&M to buy cheap clothing and then going to Filthy McNasty's Whiskey Bar because it has the best name for a whiskey bar ever.
I'll continue my journey tomorrow morning as I head out at ass o'clock in the morning to catch a plane out of Heathrow. When I arrive in a location where I have less sporadic access to the internets, I will update you with photos and further details. Of course, this is all assuming I escape this country with my head, which Ms. Gao keeps threatening to eat.
babbled by Kat @ 3:20:00 PM |